The Tree of Life

Ratings & Reviews

Ratings & Reviews

I wish I was a tree, abloom and renewed every spring and ten months later old, bald, shaky and buried naked in cushiony snow pall, if this accelerated cyclic drill trained me into an easier acceptance of final algor mortis from which no one revives. I would donate the wood for mycoremediation demos, letting the fungi break it down to carbon dioxide and water as if I'd still exhale in peaceful sleep, or to have carved